The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 sider |
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... land which loved thee so that none could love thee best . CHILDE HAROLD'S ADIEU TO ENGLAND . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon ...
... land which loved thee so that none could love thee best . CHILDE HAROLD'S ADIEU TO ENGLAND . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The Night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon ...
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... land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! " CHORUS OF SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the ...
... land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good night ! " CHORUS OF SPIRITS IN THE AIR . Before the ...
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... land , where law secures not life . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe , Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there ! And ...
... land , where law secures not life . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe , Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there ! And ...
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... land : ' tis many a year , Since dashing by the lonely shore , I saw him urge as fleet a steed As ever served a horseman's need . But once I saw that face , yet then It was so marked with inward pain , I could not pass it by again ; It ...
... land : ' tis many a year , Since dashing by the lonely shore , I saw him urge as fleet a steed As ever served a horseman's need . But once I saw that face , yet then It was so marked with inward pain , I could not pass it by again ; It ...
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... land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er the fair domain . It is as ...
... land , But springs as to preclude his care , And sweetly woos him - but to spare ! Strange that where all is peace beside There passion riots in her pride , And lust and rapine wildly reign To darken o'er the fair domain . It is as ...
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Side 167 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean , This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 167 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Side 195 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Side 65 - The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea. And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free, For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Side 85 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Side 49 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Side 148 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Side 146 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
Side 67 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 150 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!